This Game Is Too Realistic

It was a golden hall...

Armor made of gold hangs from a full-height marble sculpture.

The bright red carpet was spread from the top of the main hall to the last marble step at the foot of the main hall, and extended into the distance along a rising marble platform, connecting with the distant horizon.

Looking down from the air, the entire hall looks like a long sword lying flat on the ground.

The majestic outline and magnificent look and feel perfectly fit the unique giant aesthetics in the heart of Valeant people.

Below the marble steps were cheering people.

They stood on both sides of the high platform, holding flowers in their hands, as if they were celebrating something.

A sudden breeze blew the petals from people's hands, and the intoxicating fragrance blurred Kant's eyes for a while.

who I am?

Why am I standing here?

He looked down at his chest, where a dazzling array of medals hung on a wall.

The countless glory made him feel both familiar and unfamiliar, as well as a little embarrassed and fearful.

And at this moment, vague memories poured into his mind like a sweet spring, and he suddenly remembered everything with embarrassment.

He is the hero of the Valantians!

Conqueror of Centauri!

The butcher who makes foreign races fearful!

He made great contributions to the legion's expansion of territory, and the legion's 500th planet was officially named after him!

And the name that people cheered for was also his name——

Kant!!

“Great job!!”

Long live the Legion! Long live the Marshal! Long live Kant!!!

Master Marshal, here he is! He's looking at me!!

The cheers from all over the mountains and plains supported his back, and he gradually became more confident in his steps. He walked forward, followed the steps, and reached the top of the hall.

To his surprise, the respected marshal was sitting on the stone chair at the end.

That majestic face was filled with love.

Kant's eyes were filled with excitement, he knelt on one knee on the stone steps and lowered his head.

At this moment, the generous and majestic voice came from directly in front of his head.

...Kant, your loyalty and bravery won us the final victory.

Now, I appoint you as the commander of the army.

From now on, you will serve as the 100th legion commander of the legion.

...I hope you will not dwell on the glory and victory of the past, guard against arrogance and impetuosity, lead our tribe to continue to move forward, and continue to win in this universe!

Kant was so excited that he raised his head with tears of gratitude and accepted the appointment.

According to the next process, he will receive the award of marshal, return to the crowd with full glory, and accept people's cheers and review.

However, at this moment, a strange memory suddenly poured into his mind.

His heart was throbbing, and under a strong tendency, he blurted out.

Dear Marshal, I have something to report to you... Your soldiers are absolutely loyal to you, but there is a group of moths in our logistics department who eat both inside and outside. While we are fighting bloody battles with the enemy, they are stabbing us in the back. Knife, drink our blood. I hope you can clearly understand this matter, punish these scum, and give the soldiers an explanation.

A sharp light flashed in the marshal's eyes, like an indestructible spear.

However, what Kant felt from the cold light was not coldness, but the warmth of the afternoon sun.

They will be punished.

A solemn promise is like a heavy hammer, shattering all conspiracies.

Kant had no doubt that this sentence had become a reality. He even seemed to have seen the monsters kneeling on the ground begging for mercy, as well as the corpse lying among the dead.

He felt extremely happy, as if his great revenge had been avenged.

After thanking the marshal, he suddenly remembered the people who had cheered for him, so he spoke immediately.

Dear Marshal, we have conquered 500 worlds, but most of our people are still living in poverty. Our victory cannot be achieved without their support. Maybe we should give them some of the spoils.

After saying these words, he put his forehead to the ground and waited anxiously for the marshal's response.

He felt that his demands were too much.

Moreover, it is never easy to take away the cake from the hands of vested interests.

However, the Marshal seemed to be in a good mood today, perhaps because his worries were exactly what the Marshal was worried about. The majestic and unquestionable voice once again recognized him.

You are right, these trophies belong to them, and they will live a prosperous life from now on.

The moment the words fell, the cheering people outside the hall had more silk and satin on their bodies, and their faces became rosier.

The gold furnishings in the hall still exuded a golden luster, including the bright red carpet... Their loot did not become any less because they were distributed to people.

The marshal sitting on the throne is like a god who speaks the law, and every word he speaks becomes reality.

Like a living wishing machine.

Kant was so excited that he pressed his forehead to the ground again, and suddenly thought of something.

I still have a heartless feeling...

The marshal showed no sign of impatience and continued in a gentle tone.

Tell me, my most loyal warrior.

Kant swallowed and spoke quickly.

That battle was not easy...many brothers fell, and some were disabled. Although they can no longer devote their loyalty to the legion, their lives should not end here. I would like to apply to you for a A habitable planet for them and their families.”

The marshal nodded and readily agreed.

I agree, just use the 500th world you conquered for us to settle those heroic children. The 499 galaxies will provide inexhaustible material wealth to that land... It will become a paradise on earth. , the center of a prosperous world.”

Kant was very excited, but soon new questions arose in his mind.

What about the other 499 worlds?

What will become of the world there?

He knew that if he continued to be entangled, everyone might become impatient...even the great and kind Marshal.

But he still couldn't help but want to ask about the difficulties in his heart.

Because the voice in the dark told him that everything he wanted could be realized in this world.

This is the universe for him—

However, just when he was about to speak, everything in front of him became blurry again.

Kant was suddenly startled and stood up from the ground.

etc--

Give me one more minute!

The softness surrounding his brain was gradually replaced by the cold air. He opened his eyes suddenly, only to see that the golden hall had disappeared, and what he saw was the familiar yet unfamiliar ceiling.

You finally woke up.

A hoarse voice came from the side. He looked sideways and saw his boss Daniel sitting next to him.

Kant sat up from the bed and looked around, then looked at his chest, only to see that the military uniform covered with medals had turned into a thin shirt.

The brain is like a soaked sponge.

He reached out and pressed his sweaty forehead, and patted it hard with his palm.

……here it is?

Daniel lit a cigarette, puffed on it, and answered concisely.

The marshal's arsenal, the wasp's hive.

Sluggish memories poured into his mind, and Kant finally remembered what happened before he lost his memory.

Damn...I inhaled the powder after the snake oil evaporated.

Daniel sighed deeply.

You inhaled an overdose of hallucinogenic substances. I thought you wouldn't wake up.

Kant asked immediately.

What about the rest?

Daniel replied.

Talan is next door to your room, unconscious like you. As for the others, we have placed them in Katnod Prison, including the gang members and the smuggled laborers from Borneo.

Kant nodded, suddenly remembering the medicine bottles found in the warehouse, and looked at Daniel suddenly.

By the way, I found some in the warehouse...

Before he could finish his words, a calloused hand pressed on his mouth.

Whatever you found, that fire has burned them clean.

Kant was stunned.

……fire?

Daniel took back the hand on his mouth and took out a cigarette from the box and handed it to him.

It's normal for such a big explosion to start a fire.

Those airy words dissipated like smoke under an incandescent lamp.

Kant's Adam's apple moved, and he wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say anything.

He read Daniel's eyes, it was both a warning and a reminder.

In the face of the power of higher dimensions, all their efforts and calculations are as fragile as ants, and the other party can crush them to death with just a move of their fingers.

For some reason, Kant suddenly thought of the bizarre dream just now, and there was a hint of bitterness in his heart.

Reality and dreams seem to be completely reversed.

For a moment, he even had the idea of ​​hiding in that dream completely.

If only I didn't wake up...

By the way, how do you feel?

Hearing his boss's concerned inquiry, Kant raised his head blankly.

How about what?

Snake oil, you must have taken a lot, Daniel lit the ash in the ashtray and stared into Kant's eyes, I heard that that stuff can make people see hallucinations... people who get it will eventually die. I got addicted and became insane at first, and finally started talking nonsense.”

Kant shook his head.

...I'm okay, maybe it's the first time.

That's good. Daniel patted him on the shoulder and grinned, I heard that people with strong beliefs will not be affected by snake oil. I don't want our plan to have attrition just after it has just started. Just be fine. .”

Do you have firm faith...

Kant smiled weakly.

If it were before, he would probably nod without hesitation, but now he doesn't even have the confidence to admit such a thing.

...By the way, since the military is involved, do we still want to continue the investigation?

Of course, Daniel said calmly, We haven't found evidence that the alliance is involved.

Kant couldn't help but ask.

...What if it doesn't happen?

Daniel pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray and crushed it into a crumpled paper ball.

Just like his brows furrowed in annoyance.

Then find a way to make it.

…

On the other side, the official website of Wasteland OL.

Since he didn't have the contact information of the big guys, Taran could only cast a wide net and ask them one by one through private messages. He would chat with anyone who had time to reply to him.

Brother, help, I can't board. QAQ

Fang Chang: What's wrong with you? (sweat)

Tallarn Raider: I seemed to have inhaled a hallucinogenic substance, and I fell out of the server directly. (Crying)

Fang Chang: emmm... Generally speaking, excessive pain will cause the server connection to be disconnected, and hallucinations should be considered a triggering condition. I remember that in the early version, someone disconnected because they accidentally ate poisonous mushrooms. It’ll be fine once the toxicity subsides.”

Fang Chang felt that it was most likely because the game experience of hallucination had not been achieved, so he simply used coma instead.

Of course, it does not rule out that it was actually made but was deleted to save computing power.

After listening to Fang Chang's explanation, Taran felt much better.

That's it, I thought I was dead.

Fang Chang: No, you must be over level 30. Normally speaking, even for intelligence players, the physical attributes are more than three times that of normal people. You will be fine after a night's sleep.

This kind of question really had no technical content, so Fang Chang replied and stopped talking.

After listening to Elder Brother Fang's advice, Taran lay on the bed and planned to take a nap. However, he was used to falling asleep through his helmet, and couldn't fall asleep despite tossing and turning, so he simply put the helmet on his head.

After staring at the pitch-black field for three or four hours, a glimmer of light finally came into view.

Taran felt happy and immediately opened his eyes. Sure enough, he returned to the world of Wasteland Online.

you're awake?

Taran sat up from the bed and looked to the side, only to see his partner Kant sitting on a chair smoking a cigarette.

what happened?

Kant's expression was a little gloomy, and he was silent for a long time before slowly speaking.

There was an accident, and all the evidence we finally collected was burned.

Burned?! Taran's eyes widened, What happened?! I remember there was no fire.

Kant's expression became more and more complicated. He closed his lips tightly and didn't speak for a long time.

Taran took a deep breath and smoothed out the thoughts in his mind. Suddenly his heart moved and he asked.

...Speaking of which, what did you see?

Kant did not hide anything and spoke concisely and concisely.

victory.

Taran: Victory?

After conquering 500 galaxies, we finally ushered in the prosperous age of the Valantians. The Marshal led us to build a true utopia...

Kant seemed reluctant to mention the dream, so he just made a few remarks to get past it.

However, Taran still understood the general idea and was stunned for a moment.

Good guy.

It takes 500 galaxies to pass! ?

It’s so difficult for these people with big noses!

…

The evidence was burned and the investigation came to a standstill. Fortunately, the witnesses were still alive, and Taran decided to break through them.

According to Conde, the garrison that arrived afterwards took all the people found at the explosion site to Katnaude prison and charged them with arson suspects.

With the help of Guide Daniel, Taran followed back to Katnod Prison.

The smuggled laborers from Borneo were put into ten-person rooms, while the gang members from the Hyena Gang and the Iron Hand Gang were given single rooms.

While passing by one of the Datong Shops, a laborer from Borneo pressed his face against the fence and looked pleadingly at Taran, who was passing by in the corridor, begging for mercy.

Master, we are just workers, we don't know anything... Please let us go.

Yeah...it's all those villains who forced us to do it.

We were all deceived! We really didn't know what we were doing... doing that kind of thing.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu...I want to go home.

Looking at those ugly faces, Kant felt nothing but disgust from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone lies, and he himself is no exception.

However, these guys don't even say a word of truth in their mouths. They seem to be born liars. They lie when they open their mouths. They are either confusing or confusing. They not only deceive others, but also deceive themselves.

However, this is just his own opinion. The spy from the Alliance standing next to him obviously has a different opinion from him.

This guy himself didn't even realize how many flaws he had revealed in the details of his words and deeds.

...Don't panic, everyone. I believe that as long as you cooperate with us, the garrison will give you justice.

Seeing that someone answered their prayers, the Paros behind the gate suddenly burst into tears of gratitude.

One of the men with thick eyebrows and big eyes clapped his chest, looking like he was going to fight the evil forces to the end.

Don't worry, sir! We will answer whatever you ask! We won't dare to hide anything!

That's the best.

Taran smiled and nodded, took out a small notebook, and asked.

Where are you all from? Which state in Borneo are you from?

Everyone hurriedly answered.

I'm from Snake State!

Me too!

I'm from Wolf State...

Taran listened carefully and found that Snake State had the most, followed by Wolf State, then Lion State and Dog State.

The latter two are the occupied areas of the Southern Army, while Snake State and Wolf State are the territory of Borneo.

Who introduced you here?

After hearing this question, everyone looked at each other in confusion, and finally the man with thick eyebrows and big eyes forced himself to speak.

Sir, I don't know about the brothers in other states, but Snake State...that was all Lord Shah Rukh's idea. Every family has a strong man, either going to the front line or going to sea to make money... He asked us to go We have to go wherever we go, and we don’t have a choice.”

yes!

“This is indeed the case in our Snake State!”

Then let's just treat it like this for now. Taran made two notes in his notebook, then looked at the others, Where are you from Langzhou?

He briefly asked around, and according to the answers of these workers, most of them were sent by local warlords to make extra money.

Generally speaking, those warlords would give them a sum of Borneo coins as settlement expenses, and the dinars earned would go to the warlords.

This set of operations looked familiar to Taran, and he probably copied it from Lacy.

Mammoth State was the first to engage in labor export in the entire Borneo Province, and it is reasonable for other states to follow suit.

As for whether it was forced, everyone said it was forced, so we can only take it as one side.

After asking all the doubts, Taran's heart moved and he looked at them and continued to ask.

By the way, after inhaling snake oil... what did you see in your dreams?

Everyone was stunned for a moment, and rarely gave a variety of answers.

I saw a lot of houses, the kind that don't leak from the rain!

There was a very fast bullock cart, and I made a lot of money driving it.

I saw Mr. Zaid! He brought me a medal and said he would make me a general!

Ahem... Hehe, I saw a big, white... female student.

Listening to these various confessions, Taran couldn't laugh or cry for a moment, but he still refined them into key words and wrote them down in a small notebook.

Houses, money, rights, women... They seemed to have seen a lot of things, but they seemed to remember only these things over and over again.

It seems that everyone sees something different after inhaling snake oil.

As for addiction.

That's obvious too.

It is not difficult to see from their greed when talking about that sweet dream that they are extremely eager to have another bite so that they can return to that strange and gentle land.

Taran is now certain that Aguang actually made the illusion, but perhaps to prevent the illusion from being too realistic and causing an effect similar to snake oil, it was not installed.

Of course, this is just an immature speculation made by him as an ordinary player.

Maybe Aguang was just lazy.

Looking at Kant, who was smoking an unknown number of cigarettes, Taran shook the small notebook in his hand.

“…the testimony mentions warlords in Borneo, is that enough to prove Alliance involvement?”

It's too far-fetched. Kant flicked the ashes of his cigarette and said concisely, We need more powerful evidence.

He can't say it clearly, that kind of thing actually doesn't matter at all, I'm just waiting for you to show your weakness.

And now he also has some doubts about whether what he did is correct.

And if not, why did he set foot on the battlefield...

I really want to see the Marshal again.

He suddenly realized that rather than making a wish to that adult, he wanted to talk to him about his confusion...

Looking at the taciturn Kant, Taran shrugged helplessly.

These big noses are really hard to take care of.

Anyway, it's just throwing dirty water and not really handling the case. Wouldn't it be enough to get some clues and process them a little?

...Then we can only continue to investigate. I have a hunch that we are getting closer to that big fish.

Well, let's keep checking. Kant impatiently waved his index finger holding the cigarette butt, ending the topic.

The two of them continued along the corridor, and accompanied by the warden, came to the depths of the cell and saw Morse, who was being held in solitary confinement.

This man, who exuded a cold aura, was sitting in the corner with an indifferent expression on his face.

When he saw Taran and Kant appearing at the door, a happy smile finally appeared on his face.

As he expected, his abilities were appreciated by the Enlightenment Society.

It's not in vain that he sacrificed his life before...

Have I passed your test? Morse asked knowingly with a grin.

Kant sneered in his heart, laughing at this little ant that didn't understand anything.

However, he soon thought that he was not an ant in another cage, and the eyes of those really big shots looked at him the same as him at the moment, so the sneer in his heart couldn't help but become a little unbearable.

Taran was very involved in the drama and had completely assumed the role of a disciple of the Enlightenment Society. He looked at Morse who had a vague expectation on his face and smiled and nodded.

Congratulations, Mr. Morse, you have proven your ability. From now on, you officially join us as a disciple.

On the matter of absorbing Morse into the Enlightenment Society, he had already consulted the guide Daniel for his opinion.

Although the latter was a little embarrassed, after his persuasion, he finally nodded and agreed.

Morse breathed a sigh of relief.

When he first entered this prison, he was still a little uneasy, but now all the uneasiness was gone.

He didn't know what being a disciple meant, but he knew that now he had someone to support him.

By the way, my little brothers...

Taran looked at Kant, who coughed slightly and said in a businesslike tone.

The garrison will drop the prosecution and charges against them. It was just an abandoned factory, and only a few wanted criminals died. You did not cause any damage to this settlement.

Morse had a huge smile on his face.

He escaped from Katnod Prison intact, and he even brought his younger brothers with him.

There is no doubt that his name will become a legend in the entire Blackwater Lane from tomorrow!

Thanks……

You're welcome, we still need you to work... Due to a fire, the evidence we found was unfortunately destroyed. But luckily, the witnesses are all in prison, and we plan to go directly to Tony and end this mystery.

Morse moved his neck, making a creaking sound as his joints rubbed against each other, and his smile gradually turned cruel.

It's just what I want. I've long wanted to meet him.

Admiring the fierceness of this guy, Taran nodded appreciatively.

Very good... By the way, what did you dream about when you were unconscious?

What did you dream about?

Morse was stunned for a moment, and a trace of confusion appeared in his cloudy pupils.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Taran prompted with a smile.

Generally speaking, we will see what we want to see the most. For example, what Mr. Kant and I saw...well, a prosperous age for people of noble blood.

He originally wanted to say that it belonged to the prosperous age of the Weiland people, but then he thought that it seemed strange for a foreigner to say this, so he cleverly drew a frame that could fit anything.

After all, no Weiland person would deny that his bloodline was not noble enough, and he did not need any additional explanation.

Kant did not deny it.

After hearing Taran's prompt, Morse's cloudy pupils finally returned to their cloudy clarity.

His Adam's apple moved, and a strange smile appeared on his face.

Of course he has become a legend in Blackwater Lane... I dream of being on everyone's head.

Kant sneered.

What an understanding guy.

There's nothing wrong with that. Simple people are more likely to be satisfied, and becoming a legend in Blackwater Alley is much easier than conquering five hundred planets.

Taran smiled and put his hand on his partner's shoulder, then looked at Morse and said, Listen, as long as you obey, we will make your dream come true.

As he spoke, he threw a bunch of keys into Morse's hand.

Now, go and release your companions. Remember not to release the wrong person.

Morse nodded respectfully.

As commanded. (End of chapter)